(Around Sunday, Sept. 8)
I woke up that morning…wait…let me rewind a bit. I had a dream the night before that I was sitting in the ultrasound room hearing the tech announce the sighting of my baby’s boy parts.
That dream was still vivid in my mind when I woke up and throughout the day. I can’t tell you why I was so nervous. Actually, I can. My husband, the “Alpha Male” has put into the atmosphere the importance of him having a son. He has made it clear that this family will not be complete until he has one and so on and so forth. Well, I have been feeling pretty done as far as the baby making and I just knew a girl verdict would mean just the opposite.
The ultrasound visit started out to be quite in sync with my dream. The Tech went on and on about how this is “boy season” and the last 10 out of 12 ultrasounds she did were boys and yada yada yada…Well, scroll over the belly and wham! No boy parts. 3 little lines which signify that yes, It’s a Girl!
Complete silence filled the room…well, except for my daughter who was fully engaged, repeating, “That’s my sister, no that’s a baby,” The poor Ultrasound Tech didn’t know what was going on. I’m sure she was thinking, “what the hell is wrong with these people?”
My husband honestly didn’t say a word on the whole ride home. It was absolutely terrible taking part in his “I’m gonna have all girls” pity party! Why are men such babies when they don’t get their way?
Anyway, needless to say, the mood for the afternoon was just completely changed from excitement and nerves to…well, I don’t know what to call that.
As it turns out, we’ll have to go back in a few weeks to finish the ultrasound. Not because of this situation, but because she was in a tough position for viewing. Keeping my fingers crossed that by then we’ll be able to give her a better welcome.